Denise

When I was a college freshman, I injured the ligament in my left leg during a school sports match. After a spell walking on crutches and little improvement I was advised to do regular physiotherapy to restore its strength. The school physio nurse showed me which exercises were best and recommended a local physical therapist.

On my way home from school the next afternoon, I got off the bus a stop earlier than usual and called at the health club to meet the therapist. The introduced me toa fit and attractive young woman in her mid-twenties, who introduced herself as Denise.

Denise looked at me with curious interest, which I assumed was due to my appearance. I was younger than their usual adult clientele and dressed my age. I had on a tight-fitting cashmere sweater that showed my small breasts, a short skirt. I wasn’t wearing tights over my panties. My sweater material was thin enough that my bra was visible through it, emphasizing my pert little boobs in a soft cotton B-cup. The cumulative effect was that I looked both demure and sexy, showing a lot of girlish leg and thigh.

I held my leg out in front of me to show the injury. Denise came around from behind her desk to take a closer look. She knelt on the floor in front of my chair and asked me to stretch my leg out as straight and horizontally as I could manage. She then supported it in her hands, looking thoughtful as she gently probed the injured area. It felt quite nice and relaxing, and I settled back slightly in the chair, not realizing that could see directly up my skirt to my panties and crotch. She extended her massage to my lower leg, and I gave a slight sigh. I looked downwards to watch her and had a nice view down the front of her partially unbuttoned top, and could see the smooth tops of her attractive breasts, no larger than C cups, and a white lace bra. I felt a bit of arousal at the sight, and more interested than I realized. Much later, Denise told me that she had seen my lips part and my tongue flit across them as I looked down her front, and that she noticed that a small damp patch had appeared on the gusset of my panties.

Denise wanted me to exercise under her supervision and recommended that I come near the end of her evening shift – the last hour that the gym was open, from 9.00 p.m. to 10.00 p.m., was much less busy. This would allow Denise to give me more individual attention.

So began the very pleasant routine of the next five or six weeks. I saw Denise on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday evenings. When I arrived, I changed into one of my sports outfits – tight form-fitting terrycloth shorts in navy blue, and a singlet top in red, edged in blue and white. For underwear, I chose very skimpy thong-style pink panties and a matching bra. I then worked out on various machines for about forty minutes, with Denise advising me and checking regularly how I was doing. She was quite differently from the first time that I had met her. She wore a white T-shirt and a quite short tennis skirt.

On one of the first occasions that I was there, she walked over to check up on me. I was using a weight-lift at the time, lying on my back on the flat bench support, a leg splayed out on either side. I did not notice her approach. I turned to look at her, and then blushed and turned away – because from my position I could see straight up her skirt to a very nice pair of black thong panties. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry and my pulse quickening. It left me feeling a little funny, and I found myself dreaming over the picture of her. In fact, I deliberately contrived similar encounters on the days when she was wearing one of her short skirts.

So we went on, sometimes chatting for a while, before going our separate ways. I began to think of her more and more as a friend and started to confide some of my secrets to her. Denise asked if I had had a boyfriend, and I shook my head. Denise smiled and nodded, and then delicately enquired:

‘So, ah ... you’re still a ... still ... you know ... um ... not done it, yet then?’

I blushed scarlet, and nodded confirmation of my unsullied virginity.

A week or so after this, I got to the gym rather late, realizing as I walked in that the lobby clock showed nearly a quarter past nine. Denise greeted me at once, almost as if she had been keeping an eye on the door, and with a note of pleasure – perhaps even relief – in her voice that touched me. She gave me a playful slap on the ass, and said:

‘Hey, I was getting worried, thought you were deserting us, now you’re all better!’

‘Oh, no!’ I said hastily, explaining first about the homework and then my hopes of continuing to attend the gym.

‘That is – if you’ll have me, of course,’ I said, in my innocence not registering the double meaning. She looked at me quizzically, and then said in a softer and huskier tone than usual:

‘Oh, don’t you worry about that – I’ll have you, all right!’

With brisk determination, she suggested that I stay with her while she did her work – I could get extra time on the machines when the gym was empty and, if she propped the office door open, she would hear me call out if I needed anything. She asked if it would cause any problems if I was to stay later, and I replied that it wouldn’t. Denise smiled, nodded approvingly, and remarked ‘that will give us plenty of time – no need to hurry’.

The few remaining members of the club had left by about 9.45 p.m., and Denise told the other two staff who were on duty that they could go, and she would close up. When they had departed, she locked the glass front doors and pulled the blinds down on the windows. Then she smiled at me, saying ‘now it’s just us girls, honey, so take your sweet time.’ I settled into my workout routine, realizing that I was so much fitter than before, and I determined not to give this up. It was amazingly peaceful and quiet, with Denise visible at her office desk, her attractive profile towards me as she tapped away at her computer keyboard – she was wearing one of her short white tennis skirts and a tighter-than-usual purple Tshirt, and both showed that she had an attractively sexy figure underneath. I watched her for a while, feeling quite serene, until I thought she might notice and I looked away.

At about 10.30 p.m., when I was using one of the upright bench presses, I heard Denise sigh and switch off her computer. Then she rose and stretched, sighing again. I thought she had not realized that I was placed where I could see her, because she hefted her breasts in her palms, as if settling them back in their bra cups, and then for a moment slipped one hand under her skirt – I could only assume that her panties must have got twisted. I acted as if I hadn’t seen her until she was standing right next to me – and then from that position I could not avoid an ******** view of her firm tanned thighs and today’s panties, a satiny red thong.

Denise said it was time for me to wind down and when I came back from my shower she would let me out by the side door. She gave me a bright smile, which I returned, saying ‘OK, you’re the boss!’, and I trotted happily off to the ladies’ changing room. After showering and drying off, I stuffed my gym outfit in my carry-bag and put on a clean pair of tight shorts in a rich pink color and a green T-shirt that went well with them. As I gathered my things, I heard Denise calling out to ask if I was ready, and I went out into the foyer area.

Denise led me along an unfamiliar corridor to the side door of the building, and then hesitated curiously for a moment, putting one hand on my shoulder and regarding me quizzically. However, after a couple of seconds, she gave a slight sigh, and unlocked the door to let me out. As I stepped into the summer evening, I turned back for a second and – acting on an impulse I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on her cheek, saying breathlessly: ‘Thanks so much, thanks for everything!’

Denise took one of my hands in hers, twining our fingers together, and drew me closer to her. A strange smile played for a second about her lips and, in a warm voice, she replied:

‘Oh well, honey, if you want to thank me that way ...’

And then she kissed me on the mouth, not too firmly or intrusively, but I could feel her tongue flit across my lips. There was no doubting that this was much more than a friendly farewell gesture. Instinctively my lips parted slightly, and I returned her kiss. The space between us had suddenly vanished, and I was held close by the arm which she had slipped round my waist. I was very aware of the pressure of her breasts against my chest, and of the sudden hardness of her nipples, poking into me through her top. I melted into her embrace, opening my lips wider welcoming her tongue, meeting it with my own. My head was spinning, and there was a roaring in my ears as if there was a waterfall nearby. My palms felt sweaty, my stomach light and fluttery, and my crotch felt like it had turned to wet concrete.

After nearly a minute of intense kissing I broke contact with a gasp, hardly believing what I was doing. Denise searched my face with her gaze and must have found what she was looking for in my wide eyes, flared nostrils, flushed cheeks and panting breath and stunned silence.

‘So ... do you want more?’ she asked, with devastating directness.

My throat had gone dry, and I could not manage to speak, so I just nodded a mute but definite assent. She drew me back into the building and closed the door.

Swiftly, she pressed me against the corridor wall, resuming her kiss while her hands roamed all over my upper body, tugging my T-shirt out of my shorts and up above my small breasts. Her fingers found these in their plain white bra, fondling them and tugging on my suddenly-firm nipples, causing me to moan and – driven by instinct – to spread my hips apart. It felt that Denise was releasing some pent up desire for me. I found her lust exhilarating. Her hands ran down my back to ********d squeeze my buttocks, and then one hand swept around my waist and stomach, and reached down to press against where my shorts covered my pussy, stroking up and down on my slit through the thin terrycloth material. I was swooning from the sexual rush and the waves of extraordinary, novel, and wonderful sensations that were surging through my body. She paused and looked at me with sudden seriousness.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ she queried, ‘I don’t want to force you into anything.’

I found enough strength from somewhere to reply: ‘Yes ... please, I’ve been dreaming about this!’

Her eyes gleamed, and she breathed back at me: ‘I’ve wanted to make love to you for weeks, ever since I saw you in that sexy schoolgirl getup! And I want to be your first.’

She looked eager but also slightly scared, and I wondered fleetingly if she had ever taken a virgin girl before – the idea that I might be her first in that way sent another drenching feeling down my pussy, which was already feeling wetter and looser than I had ever thought possible.

Denise still had just a fragment of doubt, saying: ‘You might not be a lesbian, like me, you know – lots of girls, most really, are bisexual.’

But I was having none of this, for I knew with a sudden sweet certainty, like coming home out of the rain, where I really stood and who I really was. So much that had seemed out of kilter to me, so much that had felt like it was somehow not right, suddenly fell into place. Of course, this was why I didn’t want boys shoving their paws inside my shirts or up my skirts – and why I felt that strange, embarrassed curiosity when we girls were changing for school sports, or the way I liked to watch the cheerleaders practice and it explained the tingling I felt about a couple of my prettiest school friends. Now, I had not the slightest remaining doubt, and said to Denise with a confidence which afterwards she told me had both amazed and impressed her:

‘Yes, I might be a lesbian. You’ve helped me to see and understand – it’s only right for you to take me first, and I’ll remember you forever. Show me what to do, Denise, take me – and not just now, not just tonight!’

She whistled softly through her lips in surprise at my certainty, and at the maturity with which I was offering my body to her, knowing exactly what I wanted to happen. The air of tension left her but was replaced by a crackling sense of anticipation and excitement which electrified us both, joining us in a harmony of attraction and pure unadulterated desire.

‘But not right here – there’s a much better place, c’mon!’

Holding hands, we almost ran back down the corridor, and into a small private room which I had not really noticed before. It had a ‘Staff Only’ sign on the door, and Denise had to unlock it. There was a row of lockers along the left-hand wall, doors to shower and toilet cubicles in the facing wall, and a couple of benches in the middle of the room. Denise quickly pushed these over against the lockers, and then indicated a large foam rubber exercise mat which was standing upright in one of the corners, rolled up and held closed with straps. It was quite heavy, and it took both of us to drag into the center of the floor. Next, Denise took three of the laid three large white cotton towels on top of the mat to make a more comfortable resting place.

We were both still fully clothed, but I knew that this would change within seconds. For all the passion that she was feeling, Denise did not rush me – we stood for a while, kissing again, and her hands explored my bust and buttocks less feverishly than before, but with a sensuous slowness that I found to be even more arousing. Then she pulled my T-shirt up over my head, caressed my breasts in their soft cotton bra cups, and slid a hand down to my shorts. She undid the front button and pulled down the zipper. I let out a soft gasp as her hand slipped inside – my shorts fell three or four inches down my thighs as she did so. Her fingers cupped my pussy mound through my thin pink cotton panties, and I gasped again at the feeling of her hand pressing against my slit. Then her hand rose slightly to the waistband of the panties before sliding back down again – but now on the inside, her palm smooth and warm against my bare skin, her fingertips seeking the top of my slit and then gently rubbing along it.

I was more than lost by this stage. I slumped slightly backwards against the wall, and she tugged the shorts down my legs until I could easily step out of them. Now all I had on was my bra and panties. Acting purely on instinct, I reached for her breasts, taking a firm grip and pressing my thumbs against the hard nipples. Denise gave an appreciative gasp, asking me for more. I reached for the hem of her Tshirt and slowly slipped it up; Denise raised her arms, allowing me to pull it off of her. I tossed it onto one of the benches at the side.

Now I could see her bra: it was red, matching the panties which I had glimpsed earlier, but more daring in style than I had expected – a plunge bra in a revealing demi-cup design. As I hesitated for a second, Denise reached behind her back, undid the clasp and then let the bra fall away. She let her arms fall to her sides and I took a moment to admire my very first lover. Denise was very attractive; her breasts were average size and they jutted forwards like small pyramids. I leaned forward to kiss her left breast, taking the right one in my hand to fondle at the same time. Denise murmured her approval, putting her shoulders slightly back in response, lifting her tits forward.

My kissing was tentative at first, and I think its delicacy was actually very arousing for her. I began to sense how much I was turning her on, as she began to give short pants of breath. Now, I grew in confidence and began to suck more boldly, now changing from side to side between each mound, sucking hard on her tit and pulling it out with me as I drew my mouth backwards; each time when I finally released one of her nipples in this way, she gave an erotic whimper.

After a few moments, she whispered that I was going to make her come. She begged me to finger her pussy. I felt a wicked thrill, as for the first time in my life I lifted a woman’s skirt to gain access to her pussy and take her to the crest of sexual release. My mouth did not falter in its worship of her now rock-hard nipples. I raised the front of her tennis skirt up with one hand and pushed the other underneath it. I found the front of her panties and pressed my fingertips along her slit. I could feel goosebumps as my skin tingled as I felt how wet her panties were. Denise gave a strangled groan. She reached frantically for the sides of her panties and in one motion slid them down almost to her knees. Now, my hand was touching her bare pussy, it was delightfully soft and smooth, shaven free of all hair. My desire to make her come helped my fingers slip inside her. My upturned thumb flicked her clitoral hood, then slipped inside it to find the engorged button itself. Denise began to give a mixture of deep, harsh grunts and high, sharp sounds, and I could feel her muscles trembling around my hand. Suddenly her hips thrust forwards and backwards several times, she gave a loud cry of ‘Oh! Yes! Now!!’, and I felt a wash of wetness around the two fingers that I was pushing in and pulling out of her hole.

Denise went limp and could no longer stand and I had to hold her from falling. I was amazed at what I had done and felt a euphoric sense of triumph. Here I was, a virgin – and I had taken an attractive woman an uncontrolled orgasm. In its way, this was another and almost more profound barrier to cross than having my hymen broken and losing my ‘virginity.’ I felt that what I had done to Denise made me far more adult: I was now a lesbian and a lover.

After I withdrew my fingers from her pussy, Denise – looking slightly stunned and breathless – stripped off her panties and briefly mopped her sodden pussy with them, before pitching them carelessly aside. She unfastened the tennis skirt, which went in the same general direction, and was now naked apart from the socks and shoes.

‘Christ – I never expected that!’ she gasped. ‘That was amazing!’ She grinned at me ferociously, and I blushed.

Then she took my shoulders in her hands, and scrutinized my face again, affectionately but more seriously. ‘I want to be certain that you want this,’ she stated, and then asked: ‘are you sure – really, really sure?’

She need not have worried, though I appreciated the care and concern that was motivating her enquiry. I had become more certain with every second, with every sight of her beautiful womanly body, with every touch of my fingers on her skin and of hers on mine. I looked her straight in the eye, knowing that she needed to know. Not wanting there to be any hesitancy, I replied with simple, frank sincerity:

‘I have never, ever wanted anything so much in my life – or anyone. I know this is right for me -- just don’t stop!’ The last wrinkle of frowning doubt vanished from her forehead. Louisa’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Slowly, the hands on my shoulders slid under my bra straps and tugged them first sideways off my shoulders and then down to hang by my waist, in the process peeling the white cotton bra cups away from my small breasts. Releasing the straps, her hands rose to cup both of my tits and her mouth found a hard nipple. I could feel her suck it between her. A hand found my other nipple and began to lightly pinch it. I discovered for the first time the pleasures that one woman can give another. I thought no words could capture the sensations that I was experiencing as Denise’s lips, teeth and tongue worked over my tits.

I was shaking and shivering from hot and cold flushes, feeling almost delirious as she alternated between my breasts with her mouth, while using her hand to tweak the nipple of whichever tit was not getting oral service. My eyes were closed so that I could ride the tides of feeling, and so I sensed rather than saw her reach behind me to unclasp my bra and remove it. The next bit, however, had my eyes open wide – as I gasped in even greater pleasure and arousal.

Her tongue left my nipple and traced its way over the lower part of that breast and then downwards, across chest and stomach. I knew her target was my pussy. As it neared my navel, swooping around it and licking its center, Denise dropped to her knees. Her felt her hands take waistband of my panties above my pussy and pull down just enough to bare my pussy. Denise began to gently kiss and nibble my trimmed bush and pussy mound. I trembled at the thought of her tongue in my pussy. But she just kissed me there. I could feel myself losing control of my body -- pure erotic desire had taken over. Her hands took the waistband and began to ever so slowly peeled my panties down my legs. I could feel my pussy juices run down my thighs. I felt my panties at my ankles; I lifted my left foot an inch off the floor, and she slipped off the panties, leaving them still looped around my other ankle. With tantalizing slowness, her tongue then began its downwards quest. With gentle pressure her hands eased my legs apart.

I shuddered and gasped when Denise’s tongue reached the top of my pussy slit and the fingers of one hand reached up to delicately probe the bottom of my slit. Her other hand other pressed my labia apart, encouraging them to open and expose my inner pinkness.

I had never, ever felt anything like this. Tears of ******* rolled down my cheeks, and short inarticulate cries came from somewhere – I realized it was me, because Denise’s mouth had slid down and was locked onto my pussy. Her agile tongue wormed up and down my pussy. Her hands pulled my lower buttocks apart, giving her greater and deeper access to my pussy. Her mouth moved upwards and began to work over my clitoris, and I lost all control –my pelvis shook as my first real orgasm hit me. With a long, low wail, I released myself into the growing orgasm like someone caught in a raging torrent. I was swept under into the churning erotic waves, bouncing from one sensation to another. Finally, the waves receded, and I was left gasping for breath.

Looking flushed and excited, Denise removed her lips from my labia and rose to her feet, with evident pleasure and satisfaction tasting the juices that had streaked her face.

I had remained standing through all this, my back leaning against the wall. Now, she took me by the hand and gently laid me down on the soft towels that were covering the exercise mat. I was on my back, and she spread herself out beside me, lying on her side and with one elbow propping up her head. She ran her other hand gently over my body, almost in wonderment at my youth. Then, sure that I was comfortably settled in place, she kissed me briefly on the lips before rising and going to one of the lockers. From my angle on the floor, I could see that she rummaged in a gym bag for a moment, before straightening and turning back towards me. In her hand was a vibrator – a smooth silver tube, slightly curved at the point. It looked huge to me, but in fact was no more than average; I learned later that it was a six-inch model of medium diameter.

‘I thought this might come in handy sometime,’ Denise said with a mischievous grin. She then confessed that she had been keeping it in her locker for the last two weeks, hoping for a chance to use it on me – and also, when our close proximity had aroused her too much, she used her little silver pleasure machine on herself.

As I watched, she switched it on but did not immediately begin to insert it into me. First, she aroused me further – which I would not have thought was possible – by giving my pussy a firmer massage with her fingers and another series of probing kisses and licks from her tongue. Then, as the latter moved upwards to my breasts, I felt the rubbing pressure of the vibrator’s tip at the mouth of my pussy. I gave a soft gasp and spread my legs as wide apart as I could and thrusting my hips upwards against its pressure. The vibrator slid easily into my well-lubricated pussy, until the tip bumped gently against the dark membrane of my hymen. I gulped, tensing my abdominal muscles, and Denise raised her head from her tit-lapping to watch my face.

“Are you sure?” I understood that she needed one last confirmatory signal and so, despite an errant doubt that made my thighs suddenly glisten with sweat, I licked along my lips and then gave a brief but firm nod of assent.

Denise nodded back, and the excitement of taking her first-ever virginity showed on her face. At first, she cautiously pressed the wonderfully humming tip of the vibrator a little harder against my barrier. She looked more determined and pushed hard for an instant. My hymen parted to admit her, making me jerk and yelp: a brief flashing pain which was both disorienting and stimulating in a strange and tingling way. My virginity was no more, and for the first time something from outside penetrated me , pressing me open, rubbing against nerve ends along its walls which I had not dreamed existed.

Denise withdrew the vibrator, and wiped it quickly on the nearby towel – I could not see this at the time, but later, when I stood up, I noticed the small browning smear of blood, which somehow made the whole thing more real. With barely a pause, she slid the vibrating shiny cylinder back into me, slowly working it in and out, and pressing a little further each time. Meanwhile, her fingers stretched open the top part of my slit and foundmy clitoris. Her fingers alternated between rubbing it and flicking it. My legs spread apart, my back arched, and my buttocks lifted clear of the towels, and my vaginal muscles relaxed and loosened, admitting her thrusts further and allowing her to up the tempo.

I could feel it coming this time. A soft boiling from deep inside, taking over my entire body. I began to shudder and tremble as the sensation grew. And then it hit me, much stronger than the first one. My head lashed from side to side; I was whimpering and uttering incoherent noises asking her to fuck me more, harder, deeper. My nipples were stiffly erect and hyper-sensitive. Sweat glistened on my face, stomach and thighs, and my hips were pushing spasmodically back against the intrusions of Denise’s metal dildo. Then, Denise slid the vibrator from my pussy and pushed its throbbing tip against my clit, while she took the hand that had been stimulating it and slipped two fingers deep inside me. I think I moaned loudly as this stimulus blew me over the edge. It was as if a tempest had raged through me, tossing everything up in the air, and I knew that I would never feel or think the same ever again. As the tidal wave receded, I lay sprawled on my back across the rumpled white towels and gazed up at the jutting breasts of my instructor in lesbian love.

Rather shyly, she asked me: ‘Was it OK?’

Her words made me feel happier than I could express, and so I just emphatically nodded my positive response to her question. Then, trusting myself to speak despite a slight quaver in my voice, I asked her if she would want me again, if maybe we could do it more often, especially if I got my parents to continue my membership of the club.

Denise rolled over from her side to lie mainly on top of me, settling her thighs between my still-spread ones, her breasts resting almost tit to tit on mine. Her mouth found my lips, and she kissed me slowly and lovingly. Then, breaking mouth contact for a moment, she stroked my cheek with her fingers while assuring me that she would want to fuck me any time that I would have her, and that it did not need to be here – in fact, it could only be here if it was just us in the building – but that I was welcome to come to her flat.

I said at once that this sounded delightful, and so it has proven – during the six months since I lost my virginity, I have been Denise’s most-frequent lover, sometimes at the gym on nights when she closes up, and other times on weekend afternoons and evenings, in the comfort of her bedroom.